Ribbie

After these little ribbies are through with the skillet, we will put them in toaster and sizzle ’em and brown ’em and smoke ’em right in the fire.

“Where’s the best place for the tickle monster to get you—here?” the hunter heard his father’s voice ask. More giggles. “How ‘bout we count your little ribbies!” its father laughed, followed by even more giggles from the hunter.

I’ma gonna lick the syrup off of that face and tickle those ribbies.